He kept his promise, sitting on the bathroom floor while she showered then making her a cup of tea and convincing her to wait in the bathroom while he cleaned up. With her nightshirt dirty from wearing it at the bar, Sophie readily accepted one of Dean's undershirts as a replacement. She took the handful of anti convulsants, preventative migraine pills, and pain meds he handed her without comment or complaint, but turned down sedatives.
"I'll sleep fine so long a I'm next to you," she promised.
He kissed her deeply, letting his hand slip up under her shirt to the small of her back. Then he stopped in his tracks. Someone had tried to assault her, which meant this probably wasn't the best time to try taking their relationship to that next logical step.
Because of course everyone knew that sex came right after shepherding someone through a horrible seizure then rescuing them from a drunken pervert.
"Don't stop," Sophie whispered against his lips.
"You mean that even after that guy tried to…" Dean trailed off, "You still want to…"
"With you?" Sophie said, "Absolutely."
So Dean let his hands travel up her back and pull the shirt off over her head. He felt her fingers untying the drawstring waist of his pants. He picked her up, careful of the fresh scabs dotting her skin, and she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, kissing his neck and down to his collarbone as he sat down on the edge of the bed. She tasted amazing and felt even better. And when they were done she grabbed a clean towel from the bathroom and fell asleep with it bundled in her arms, laying naked on his chest.
"Hey there," he said gently, shaking her shoulder, "Sam's gonna be home soon and you need to put some clothes on."
He passed her his undershirt and a pair of sweatpants then pulled her to her feet. She groggily complied and put the clothes on.
"What's with the towel?" Dean asked as Sophie changed.
"Oh it's stupid," she said.
"I'm sure it isn't," Dean disagreed. He was marginally interested, but mostly he wanted to keep her awake long enough to get dressed and back in bed. She looked in danger of falling asleep on her feet.
"I had a stuffed beaver at home in Windsor," Sophie said, avoiding his eyes, "I called him Herbert. Slept with him every night. It was a gift from my little sister when I was in the hospital, after the wendigo incident. I thought I grabbed him on my way out…but I guess I forgot him. And I can't sleep without something small and soft in my arms now. Just force of habit."
"We'll have to pass back through and pick old Herbert up for you," Dean said, opening his arms and welcoming her back into bed.
He turned on the TV and kissed the top of her head.
"Go ahead and sleep," he murmured into her hair, "I'm going to stay up until Sam gets home."